Drabble 3
Kenshin blinked in surprise. "I assure you Miss, this is Tokyo. It is the most modern and progressive city in all of Japan."
Something must have gone wrong. She has obviously not gone where she intended. Chibi-Usa looked closely at the time key grasped in her hand. It has a discolored black and red streak wound around the shaft. It must have been damaged by the explosion and bright light that occurred as Pluto shoved her through the time portal.
"What is the date?" she asked the confused looking man before her.
"Why October 7, 1880," he replied, scratching his head. She was the one who landed on him; but she seemed to be the one most confused. Perhaps she had injured her head.
"It's almost dinner time. My wife should have the stew ready. She is a most wonderful cook. Would you like to come back home with me?"
Chibi-Usa nodded soberly. She had nowhere else to go. And she would have to figure out how to get to where and WHEN she needed to be.